Five new group members in one day, it's like a freakin' landslide. I'd like to thank everyone I know and everyone I don't know. I'm perfectly thrilled on this sunny,crisp afternoon.
I was playing with my brow-stud last night (well actually cleaning the pus out of it due to the infection, don't worry those microbial bastards are on the wane now), and I realized that I'm gonna be thirty (three zero) in a year and a half. It's not mid-life that dewlls on me 'cause that's still fifteen or seventeen years off (you see how long those Tai Chi players in the park live)
, I think what alarms me is that I lived past eighteen. Now I don't say that in a "Rebel without a cause, live fast-die young" way, but I'm shocked that basic stupidity, my achilles heel, had not forced the mortality issue on me in my teens. Large handrails, logging roads, cliffs, bridges, giant snow banks, needing friends respect, nudity...these were the foes I faced everyday as a young man in a small town with few prospects. And for some reason seeing myself last night i was pulled into some deep reflection that life deals some wild hands and all my struggles, victories, and shames were all molding me to face further tribulations...or life, and I find that very comforting.
I'm also surprised more girls aren't lesbians. Seriously, Taking a long look at masculinity and what it has to offer I find the quoient lacking. I'm not bashing my gender nor trying to endear myself to the other...far from either, I just look at the examples of guys I've known (again comming from a small town I got the inside tip from both sides) and sometime I wonder what men really have to offer. (not really a question, more a musing)
Well new BSG tonight, and some time pushing the iron around (27 days, baby). I hope it rains kittens for everyone on this Sunday (except me 'cause I don't have enough clean dishes for pie)
I was playing with my brow-stud last night (well actually cleaning the pus out of it due to the infection, don't worry those microbial bastards are on the wane now), and I realized that I'm gonna be thirty (three zero) in a year and a half. It's not mid-life that dewlls on me 'cause that's still fifteen or seventeen years off (you see how long those Tai Chi players in the park live)
, I think what alarms me is that I lived past eighteen. Now I don't say that in a "Rebel without a cause, live fast-die young" way, but I'm shocked that basic stupidity, my achilles heel, had not forced the mortality issue on me in my teens. Large handrails, logging roads, cliffs, bridges, giant snow banks, needing friends respect, nudity...these were the foes I faced everyday as a young man in a small town with few prospects. And for some reason seeing myself last night i was pulled into some deep reflection that life deals some wild hands and all my struggles, victories, and shames were all molding me to face further tribulations...or life, and I find that very comforting.
I'm also surprised more girls aren't lesbians. Seriously, Taking a long look at masculinity and what it has to offer I find the quoient lacking. I'm not bashing my gender nor trying to endear myself to the other...far from either, I just look at the examples of guys I've known (again comming from a small town I got the inside tip from both sides) and sometime I wonder what men really have to offer. (not really a question, more a musing)
Well new BSG tonight, and some time pushing the iron around (27 days, baby). I hope it rains kittens for everyone on this Sunday (except me 'cause I don't have enough clean dishes for pie)
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Thanks for the personal welcome.